Going Green

[Logan]

(Harley)

"Goblin Goblin Goblin, making me wait isn't something that would favor you and your predicament." Harley sighed in a bored matter sitting atop a table, legs crossed in a lady-like manner. She was tired of waiting for her summon to arrive, of course the word should have been passed through rouge to rouge that Harley wanted to meet personally with the Green Goblin.

"I swear, if you idiots failed me again you'll never hear the end of it." Harley spat at The Jokers ever so fateful, let not so smart goons who were in charge of spreading the word of Harley's wants. She snarled silently at them, her bright blue eyes forming slits on her face.

She sighs a heavy sigh of boredom, frustration and longing to get out of where ever it was she was waiting and take a bath, or a nap for that matter.

"Jokie, you pick the perfect people to meet with. Always the obnoxiously slow ones." she whined tossing her head back to stare at the ceiling of the grungy building they were being held in. Protected from the outside world. She then made a quick glance at her beloved clown trying so desperately to read his expression that's covered in white, black, and red make-up, topped off with a permanent smile. No luck of course. So again she sighed and gave up without taking her eyes off him.

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[Logan]

(Green Goblin)

Norman walked into the room where there was a meeting desk, along with two respectable yet infamous clowns that he wished ot talk to. He was a fan of the Joker's work to be simply put. Norman liked how he worked. He sat at the head of the table, where Harley and dear old Joker sat, near him. He was wearing his suit of armor to represent himself.

[green]"Why hello there. Must say: You are hard people to reach.... but luckily, I have my sources."[/green]

He said putting his hands together, like a school counsilor.

[green]"There was an important matter I wished to discuss with you regarding the future of mankind. But we have all day to discuss the matter. I want to know more about you. The Joker family has ALWAYS interested me, since the beginning of the whole Gotham/Batman uproar that inspired heroes like Superman and Spiderman in major cities. In a way:[/green]

He said in a little bit of a higher, more phsychotic sounding voice.

[green]"You inspired ME to be better. Big fan."[/green]

[Logan]

(Harley)

Harley smiled letting out a squeal of excitement. "Nice to know our work hasn't gone unnoticed." Jumping off the table with a light thud she walked over to inspect the Green Goblin. Walking around him completely before walking back to the other side of the table.

"Well, if you're a fan of us then how much more would you want to know?" It wasn't her intentions to come out strong or rude, but of course she didn't know any other way. She was just curious that someone would actually take a positive interest in her and the clown. She knew this didn't happen too often seeing as how they're set out to reek havoc on Gotham not make it a better place.


"Well, I don't want to waste your time, but there's one more person we're expecting. unfortunately he's not here yet, I hope that's not a problem is it?" Harley sighed getting straight to the point.

[Logan]

(myself)

The long table the meeting was held out looked truly comforting to the clown, his face fell into his crossed arms that rested on the table immediately when the meeting began. This meeting came with short notice, so when he was wake wee hours of the night before he really had no idea a meeting with New York's Goblin would occur. Not exactly catching every word the green demon said, the Joker acknowledged, sticking his thumb up from his resting place. A thumbs up, yes. The clown heavily sighed, lifting his face up from his arm, make up rubbed off his forehead onto his sleeve revealing peach skin. "Oh.. poo.." fidgeting with the mess on his purple coat smearing it in even further. " Jester! A wet rag, maybe? No?" looking about the room his foot tapped the floor, his finger tips bounced off the tables surface.

[Logan]

(Slaughter)

"I don't understand why I have to be here, mother." the skinny boy said walking into the room, a scythe resting at his side. He was none other then Slaughter, a child who's known most commonly for using a scythe to murder.

Slaughter grumbled grabbing a cloth off the floor tossing it at the clowns direction with a glare. Honestly, he didn't like The Joker to begin with, which contributed to his feelings towards the meeting he was invited too by Harley.

Slaughter stopped a few feet away from the table calmly running his hand through his bright red hair with a sigh. He then took a quick glance at Harley who had her usual smile sprawled across her face as she stood behind The Joker. Trailing his eyes down from Harley to the clown he couldn't help but glare from behind his bandaged wrapped face. "I'd very much appreciated it if you don't talk to her that way. She's not your personal slave."

[Logan]

(Gentlemen Ghost)

Craddock knew that this meeting was supposed to take place. In fact, it was hard not to know that it was taking place, because so many people in Gotham’s underworld were talking about it. He found the mortals to be rather bothersome, but some of them proved to be quite useful to meet his ends. The scum of Gotham quickly revealed secrets when they didn’t know that someone else in the room, that wasn’t visible. The same principle applied to the meeting taking place in the room at the moment.

He had been there for quite some time, choosing not to reveal himself to the occupants just yet. Now he felt like now was the time to let them know of his presence, and to do it in a rather fashionable way. Craddock fell back through the wall so that he left the room momentarily. Then, when outside the room, he made himself visible, so as to appear as a white clothed dapper Victorian gentleman, except his body completely invisible, and only the clothing hovered, his monocle floating where his eye would be, and his top hat propped upon his invisible head.

Gentleman Ghost, as the theatrical villain he was, then opened a purple swirling vortex into the wall, which appeared on the other side of the wall as well. Craddock raised his sword-cane and pointed it through the portal and made an arc with it, as it released a blast of spectral flames around his portal, to far away from the occupants to do them any harm. Then Gentleman Ghost glided forward, revealing himself to the room saying in his elegant English accent, “Well well well, what do we have here? A party of sorts? And why wasn’t I invited to this little get-together?” Craddock said, his voice in mock sorrow. He then chuckled to himself as he looked upon the occupants in the room, waiting for their reactions.

[Logan]

(Green Goblin)

Norman stood up, and began to pace the room, looking at all of the other rogues sitting down, or like how Craddock made his entrance was rather intruiging. Norman clapped his hands and chuckled a low crazy laugh, oddly similar to that of the Joker when he is pleased. The Gentleman Ghost would be rather useful as an ally. And perfect for the operations. He was insane, like most in the room, and an underworld scourge. It was no surprise that he found out. And funnily, Norman knew that there'd be some party crashers. He craved that kind of thing. With more insane people running amok for one soul purpose, anarchy, death and plague would ruin the earth. And it would be near impossible for the new heroes of today to stop a force almost equal to theirs. So as they say: The more, the merrier.

[green]"Mr. Craddock. What a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Please, have a seat. Although I wasn't personally expecting YOU, you are a very pleasing person to have for me offer. Like all men and women devoted to the cause of destruction, you are most certainly welcome here."[/green]

The Goblin bowed, like a gentleman, and continued.

[green]"We should be expecting more for the meeting soon, but let's get things started, shall we? I've figured that the BEST way to develope a strong working relationship with possible future cooworkers is to give and recieve a proper introduction. My name is Norman Osborn."[/green]

He took off his helmet revealing his black eyes and tassled brown hair.

[green]"I am better known by the underworld as The Green Goblin. I have given my secret identity as a sign of allegiance to you fine, rather scary looking people. Next up for introduction?"[/green]

He began to motion his arm at the sitting villains all in one room.

[green]"Come now. Don't be shy. I want to know more about you."[/green]

[Logan]

(Harley)

"I highly doubt any of you need an introduction from me, or him." Harley smiled pointing her finger down to The Joker's hair. "I'm sure you've all heard of us by now, and if not, well, needless to say I'm terribly sorry." she giggled slightly waving her hand towards Slaughter so he can introduce himself.

He simply stopped and stared at her with a blank look. Not wanting to say anything to anyone. He was annoyed naturally by anything and everything around him. Always irritated by the simplest things such a rain. He shook his head lightly and continued to keep his stare on the clown, waiting for a reply to his statement moments before concerning his 'mother' and the way she was being treated.

"Slaughter, please don't be so rude to our guests." Harley sighed shaking her head. "This is Slaughter, my adopted son. He'll be working with us as rouges from now on." she explained happily, he voice dancing through the warehouse seeming to lighten it up a bit.

[Logan]

(Curtis)

"Son?

The voice was extrememly muffled. It almsot sounded painful to hear. The sound of crutches could be heard in the doorway entering the room. They were slow paced and seemed to be in no particular hurry. A muffled chuckle entered the room.

This was one insane Ace that seemed to be holding onto the golden rope of life. And everytime life seemed to fade he simply grabbed a stronger grip and pulled himself back up. After a minute or so the crutches stopped as a boy stood in the doorway. His whole face was covered in bandages except for one section. His eyes. They seemed to glint as he smiled under the bandages. His suit was torn and burnt from the explosion he had woken up to. He shouldn't have been out of the hospital. The doctor had protested. But now he had a bullet in his forehead.

Curtis Heartly grinned wincing under the bandages. His muscles that could be seen visably tightened as he dropped one of the crutches on the door. He shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out a colt 45 with a silencer on it. He pointed it directly at Harley then her son then the Joker. He chuckled before pulling the trigger. The gun clicked as it dryfired. Curtis dropped the weapon on the table and slid it towards the Goblin. He slowly pulle dhis crutch back under his arm before moving forward to sit in a chair.

" If... You want to invite the Joker Family... " He paused adjusting his healing jaw slowly. " Invite all of them.... For next time.... I... Won't hesitate... To kill you.... Gobby.... But I'm.... Not in the... " he winced a hand rising to his chest. " Mood..... "

The fan blinked favoring his left leg as he grew comfortable.

[Logan]

(Harley)

"Well, Curtis we did assume you died." Harley sighed sitting herself up on the table yet again, she was more comfortable this way. She stared at Curtis, she figured he would have been better off dead being in the pain he was in now didn't seem worth it, nevertheless, logical to her.

She took a glance at Slaughter who was gripping his scythe, she heard the clank of it on the wall. She shook her head assuring him that Curtis meant no harm to them as of now.

"Slaughter darling, it's fine." she smiled.

[Logan]

(Slaughter)

"And who the hell are you." Slaughter snarled from under his wraps, his eyes changing their coloring from a pale yellow to a faded red color. he wasn't exactly one to accept new comers nevertheless someone threatening his mother.

Of course, he hated The Joker he would hate to see him die from something as simple as a gun shot wound. Harley would go into shock and he hardly wanted to take care of her and keep her out of trouble.

He turned and saw Harley smiling at him, disregarding this his grip on his weapon tightened. An easy target that wouldn't take much time to kill. "I mean look at him, he already looks and smells dead anyways." he snarled to himself.

[Logan]

(Curtis)

Curtis' attention moved to the other Quinn as the weaon vclinked and snarls entered the room. The young clown's head tilted to the side slightly as if curious before a thunk could be heard. The hand that held a 38 snub nose revolver that belonged to curtis was pointed at Slaughter. " Try anything.... And I'll... Shoot you staright in the.... Face.... Quinn... " The sickly chuckling slipped through the air from behind the bandages.

Curtis wasn't to thrilled with his boss now either. But he wasn't aloud to take off these bandages for a little while. He wasn't even sure if all that money he stole for the surgery would work. Though this wasn't normal surgery. It was sort of an experiment he vollenteered his money and body for. But that would be explained later.

[Logan]

(Gentlemen Ghost)

Craddock stood there looking towards the one named the Green Goblin. He knew the Gentleman Ghost’s name. Must have done his homework. The phantom nodded to the Goblin, or what appeared to be a nod, as his hat and monocle moved forward in a nod. “Very good Mr. Osborn, very good indeed. Tis a pleasure to meet you my kind friend. I look forward to working with you. You seem like a very…resourceful man.” The Gentleman said, his monocle staring at the man who wore the green goblin suit. He found that the two of them were quite alike in several ways, except for the whole living and dead thing.

Then the lady in the jester suit began to speak with her son and mentioned the Joker who appeared to be in a rather bad mood. Then someone else entered, someone that Craddock had never seen before, nor was particularly interested in, except in the fact that his entrance was perhaps more dramatic than his own. This severely irritated Craddock. He absolutely HATED to be upstaged. It drove him mad with anger. Craddock’s hands, both idly sitting on his skull cane-sword, began to form into fists as his temper rose.

In his anger, he did nothing at first watching the new man converse with the others, and trick them into thinking he was going to shoot them. Another weapon was pulled out by the “mystery” man. He hated how he absorbed the spotlight, taking it away from Gentleman Ghost. It was time for Craddock to take it back. He reached inside his ghostly jacket and pulled out an antique flintlock pistol with his right hand, pointing it at the man. The other hand pointed the skull end of his cane-sword at him as well, the skull beginning to glow with purple spectral flame. Craddock announced his feelings, “Oh deary me, kind sir. I absolutely hate it when people upstage me. Let’s stop this foolishness shall we?”

Even though Craddock couldn’t care less against the other villains in the room, the main purpose that he pointed his weapons at the person was because of his own anger, and would revel in the first chance he gets to fire his own weapons. “Now now, let’s be civilized and put these weapons away, alright?” The Gentleman Ghost said, but deep down he hoped that the man would fire at him first, giving him a reason for Craddock to burn the man’s soul away and fire an exploding flintlock round into his head.

[Logan]

(Green Goblin)

[green]"Curtis, The Gentleman Ghost has a point. You came in rather rudely. You are welcome to join in, but I'll only say this once."[/green]

His black eyes stared with a firey hatred at the clown wannabe.

[green]"Threaten me again, and instead of blowing your face half to shreds, I'll stick it in a blender..."[/green]

His hand ushered them both to put their weapons away.

[green]"Put them away until we're finished speaking please. If you wanna have at it after the discussion, go right ahead. But until then...[/green]

[green]"It looks like everyone's here."[/green]

Norman put his helmet back on and sat at the head of the large business table. His everlasting smile tilted as he stared at his little potential league. This should be easy as anticipated. But first, let them work for the answer to why they are here to make them feel like they have a sense of accomplishment for being invited...

[green]"Quick questions: Why does everyone think I've rallied you sick phsychopaths, murderers and fun people to this small room? What do you expect we'll discuss?"[/green]

His hand offered for someone to speak, spending most of his time looking at The Joker, who was by far one of the most skilled of the bunch and has barely said a word.

[Logan]

(Hydra)

Walking and walking, Hydra saw no point of actually joining this, "Meeting," the Green Goblin had told of. He didn't like this idea at all, oh no. His clothes were uncomfortable enough, making him wear suits into this meeting. He wondered why he couldn't just wear his regular, comfortable, "Despicable," clothes. His Armani suit which was supposed to look nice, were all wrinkled, his shoes were badly tied, his hair in which tried to tie backward had caused his hair to now be all wild. He looked even more disastrous than ever.

He reached in front of the door, and he stopped. He wondered if he would regret being involved in this, but he knew he didn't care. As long as he have fun, it won't matter. He grabbed the doorknob, and slowly turning it, he tried to open the door, but the door refused to open. It seemed it was jammed. With a bit of irritated response of Hydra, he tried to open the door once more, but it still refused to do so. Wondering what was to be wrong with the door, he didn't want to waste any more time from doing this, and in a simple short temper rage, his body slowly changed, and he punched the door. With a loud, "Bang," sound, the door remained still for a while, then it fell down, creating cloud of dust at the entrance. Walking inside the room now, he looked around, "Sorry," He muttered.

Spotting his employer, he took step by step, slowly and silently, and sat down on the seat next to him. He looked at the rogues of the meeting, "Sorry," He apologized once again.

[Logan]

(myself)

The Joker napped through the numerous appearances, skipping through the attention of all the unique entrances these characters made. That bastard clown. Not even looking around to eye any of them, his head thrust back up from it's resting place, he first noticed the man clad in green armor. "What'd I miss?" searching the room with his racoon eyes, pupils lit up, "Quite alot.. my apologies, gentlemen. Late night with the brat." tilting his head in Harley's direction.

How could he even begin to acknowledge all the guests? The clown slept through all their entrances, the small bickering with Curtis, heck, even if he was awake it would've been irrelevant to his reasons for actually attending this meeting of goons.

"No matter your plans or reasons.. I.." he stood from the seat that numbed his bottom from the nap, pointing to himself to further dramatically indicate "I", "I! Have only one reason for being here.. Batman." the clown knew he wasn't dead, impossible, if Batsy ever meant his demise it'd be at his hands and no one elses. It was all just a plan, a hoax, a pathetic attempt to shut a clown up. Joker seen past their so called clever ways and truly knew the Batman's death was indeed fake.

[Logan]

(Slaughter)

"I can assure you 'dad' the bat isn't dead. Needless to say he wouldn't go down as easy as that without a trace." Slaughter snarled from his corner tapping his scythe with his index finger from the simple fact he was bored out of his mind.

He didn't have to be there, so why was he? Well of course he didn't want to miss anything he could use later on, After all if he was going to 'work' with all these people soon he might as well get a little dirt and start his profiling now. And besides it was much easier to get used to everyone's voices and smells if they are there personally rather then getting them off someone else. Made his job easier to say the least.

[Logan]

( B U L L E T )

"Brother, please don't be so rude to him." the young girl with brightly colored hair in an array of colors said simply walking into the meeting, head held high with green tea ice cream slowly slipping down the cone they were ever so gently placed upon.

"I surely hope I didn't miss anything-" she began to say, but stopped long enough to lick up the falling ice cream before she began again, "too important." she sighed taking her place next to her older brother. At that moment she wanted nothing more then to swat him upside the head. There wasn't a reason to it, of course, she just wanted to do it to please herself and get it off her mind for the time.

"I'm Bullet." she sighed licking her beloved ice cream again.

[Logan]

(Green Goblin)

[green]"It isn't just the Batman that's gone either. Look around you. Do you see any of the heroes that stopped us in our tracks years ago anymore?"[/green]

The Green Goblin got out of his seat and started walking... Pacing really. He wanted to keep an edge up to his realization. With the A-Listers out of the way, there was only one real threat to their way of life. A leader. His demise was inevitable.

[green]"We all had enemies that made life more of a party then we could ever do on our own, yes I agree with you on that Joker."[/green]

He lifted his arm acknowledging Joker's comment.

[green]"But take a look around you. New inexpereienced people are rising to face their call while we wait for the next generation. We aren't getting any younger."[/green]

He said looking at Craddock. Which was irrelevant, but strangely a good point in spreading his message.

[green]"Here's my proposal: Villains might not work best in groups. But think of the possibilities if they all united for one soul cause. Chaos. Death. Plague. We could wipe the Earth clean and rule it with the right strategy. There's only one problem: We always have interference by some newer hero. Some younger hero. Some inexperienced heroes. All of which are rallying to stop people like us. Why shouldn't we do the same?"[/green]

He walked back to his seat, and sat quietly as if this wasn't a big deal.

[green]"I'm here to give this new "United League" Alastair cooked up a warm welcome. Any opinions?"[/green]

Now that he proposed his idea, he'd let the people decide the fate of their little fun... By having a table conversation in a lighted room like The House of Representatives. Villain style.

[Logan]

(Harley)

"And interesting proposition to say the least Gobie, but in all honesty we all do what we do for the soul reason that it makes us happy and makes us feel better about ourselves. Seeing people squeal and run away at the sight of us. What fun would it be to get rid of everything we live for? And even so, even if we do agree, what would we accomplish if we're the only ones left. The world filled with the leaders of chaos, but without chaos being present." Harley said absentmindedly tilting her head side to side causing her hat to jingle.


"I see your idea of course, but think of what would happen. We'd only end up destroying ourselves anyways." She giggled, the thought of her little family being the only ones around to torment everyone who got in their way was a joy she couldn't express. She smiled playfully putting her index finger to her mouth.


"I like." she giggled, a wide smile spreading across her white panted face which soon diminished. Their guest of honor seemed to be missing at the moment. "But.... what fun is it if we don't have a bat to chase." she sighed looking over at the clown then back at the Goblin remembering their topic of discussion moments before, and The Joker's reasons.

Being a villain in Gotham meant that eventually you were going to have a caped crusader on your tail not much after your crime was committed. Seeing as how he's made himself scarce being a villain in Gotham was becoming more and more boring and futile. Even for the playful Jester.